Aren't we all
Out of control
Spiraling up the towers
And tumbling down the markets
What we need, we can't get
What we don't, we get
What we want, we don't
But what we want, we get
We fear, we fight
Our worries rise
We're left with so much
But nothing at all
We get up and find
Claws in our way
As if we weren't already
Bruised enough
Aren't we all
Out of control
We fear for us
And no one else
So, when we spiral, we spiral as one.
Well, we're spiraling. 'We' isn't us 'we'. It's them 'we'. Well, sometimes it's us 'we', but anyway. Does that make sense?
